Date: Wed, 06 Sep 2006 18:57:49 -0500
From: U. U. <uselessly_unusual@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dani Chapter 1 (TG and Gay Male)

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I figured he didn't recognize me when I felt his hand grab my ass.  I wasn't
surprised; it was dark in the club and after all, it had been four years
since the last time we saw each other.  I had changed a lot in that time.
My blonde hair was much longer than he'd ever seen it, all the way to my
waist.  My blue eyes were the same, but when had he ever looked at my eyes?
But the biggest difference, the one that ensured he wouldn't recognize me,
was the change of my body.  I'd spent most of the past four years saving up,
and now, I had small breasts where only a flat, scrawny chest had been.  I'd
grown to 5'6" and with my slender frame and pretty face, I knew many men
found me attractive.  It was no surprise that this one did, too.

What surprised me was how much I was attracted to him as well.  He was so
much more handsome than I'd remembered, even if he was completely wasted.
He was six feet tall, broad shouldered, with blonde hair and hazel eyes.
His mouth was wide and almost looked cruel despite being sensual.  He was
one of those men that get better with age.  I couldn't wait to get him
alone.  He'd been flirting with me for an hour before he finally got me on
the dance floor and pulled me hard against him, getting a handful of ass in
the process.  I just had to keep him from feeling my cock, but I wasn't too
worried about it, as I was wearing tight lace panties that held everything
in place where he wouldn't feel a thing.  I was taking a huge risk though;
how could I keep it hidden from him when he fucked me? I desperately wanted
him to fuck me.  But if he found out who I was, or that I was male...well,
that wouldn't be good.  I could still remember every second of the night I'd
told him I liked boys.

"What's your name, baby?" he growled into my ear.  It's an hour after he
singles me out and he finally remembers to ask for a name.  I'm so
impressed.

"Dani, with an `i,' I said.  Why lie?  I hadn't been Daniel in years.
Everyone I knew called me Dani.

He started to kiss my neck, hot, wet kisses, and he growled into my
shoulder.  I inhaled the scents of him, beer, sweat, and the painfully
familiar cologne.  I'd always know that smell. He ground his hips against me
and I felt that cock, the one I'd been dreaming about, hating, loving,
wanting.  It felt big against me.  Then the dance was over.  It was just as
well; he didn't have enough coordination to kiss and dance at once.  We went
back to sit down and I sat in his lap.  Feeling that big cock under me, I
couldn't help but bounce a little.  I snuck a hand under me and squeezed it.
  He moaned into my neck and I felt myself starting to get wet.  I wanted to
be alone with him.

Finally, he let me lead him outside and he followed me away, right into the
alley.  I could still hear the muffled, distant thumping of the music from
the clubs, but in the dark and still alley, it seemed an oasis of quiet.
Without a word, I leaned against the wall, and he was on me, shoving his
tongue down my throat while a hand snaked up the back of my short skirt.
When he felt the lace of my panties, he moaned and thrust himself against
me.  I sucked hard on his tongue, wanting something else, wanting this,
wanting to tell him who I was, wanting to cry, wanting to come.  I put my
arms over his shoulders to steady myself and then wrapped my legs around his
hips.  Then both his hands were kneading my ass and it felt so good, but I
had to be careful.

One of his fingers slipped under the edge of the panties, into the moist
heat between my legs and he growled hard into my mouth.  I could only
whimper.  This was so dangerous; he'd kill me if he found out.  Whatever
happens now, happens, I told myself.  But then he saved me from my own lack
of caution and set me down.  I was only confused until I heard the sound
that made my heart race, his zipper slowly coming down.  His hand on the
back of my neck was all the motivation I needed to fall to my knees.  I
carefully freed him from the confining jeans and held his cock in my hands.
He was impatient.

"Let me look at you a moment," I breathed.  It was better than I remembered
it.  He cock was simply beautiful, rising from a cloud of blonde curls.  His
balls were big and almost smooth as I took them in hand and tugged and
squeezed them.  He made a sound low in his throat and leaned forward,
putting both hands on the wall and spreading his feet apart.  I finally
leaned in to kiss the head of his penis and I almost cried with remembering.
  But I opened up and slid my lips down his shaft as far as I could go on
the first stroke, sucking hard as I backed off.  He was wet and salty and
fulfilling.  I took him in my mouth deeper with each stroke until I could
swallow him. He shouted in surprise; maybe he hadn't had anyone deep throat
him before.  I held it there, my throat contracting again and again around
him, my nose buried in soft curls.  I had been on fire all this time, but
now my body was numb.  I knew only the smell of him, the taste of him, and
the soft feel of his skin wherever it touched me, and the hot hardness
throbbing in my mouth and throat.  When I pulled back, there were tears on
my face, but I just got my breath and swallowed him again.

He started to thrust into my mouth, gently, sort of just rocking his hips
back and forth into me. He was gasping and groaning into the still air of
the alley, his hands clutching at my hair. When his thrusts got harder,
fucking my mouth, and I knew he was getting close, I started to hum and moan
around his cock.  It wasn't long before he cried out and shoved deep into
me, holding me there by his hands on my head.  I feel his cock throbbing and
pulsing into me, but I wanted to taste it.  Pushing against his hips, I
finally managed to pull off to get the last shot right on my tongue. I
sucked hard on the head of his cock to get every last drop.  I milked him
until he pushed me off.

He stood there recovering, hands against the wall behind me, cock dangling
soft in front of my face. I wiped the tears from my face so he wouldn't
notice.  He wasn't noticing anything right then, though.  I spread my knees
slowly on the hard concrete and dipped my right hand under my skirt.  With
my left, I took hold of his cock again and slowly started kissing all over
it, soft, wet kisses.  I palmed myself through my panties and rubbed,
moaning.  I was gasping, rubbing faster, when I felt his hands in my hair
again.  I dropped my hands and stood up, making sure my skirt was in place.

"Can you do it again?"  I asked, pressing my body to him.  He laughed and
mumbled something drunkenly.  He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his cock;
it was getting hard again.  I had to have it in me this time, damn the
risks. "I want you to fuck me this time."  He bit my throat and growled,
sliding his hands up my waists to cup my breasts.  He pulled the front of my
skimpy top down to expose them. He held them roughly, his breath hot and
moist as he kissed them, sucking hard on my nipples. He bit them, pinching
and squeezing me so hard it hurt and made me whimper.  I could feel how damp
my panties were; I could even feel the wetness on my thighs.

When he started to pull up my skirt though, I pushed him away.  I spun
around to face the wall, my legs tight together.  I pulled my skirt up; now
all my clothes were bunched in a band around my waist.  My black panties
were all that were left.  I quickly hooked my thumbs in them and tugged them
down to just under my ass.  My cock was still tucked into them, but if he
reached around me, he'd find it, easily.  So I hugged the wall and hoped
he'd take the bait.

I didn't feel anything right away.  I looked over my shoulder and saw that
he was just staring at my ass, with a raging hard on.  Drunks.  I reached
back and parted my cheeks, slipping a finger over my hole.  His eyes lit up
and he was back.  He moved up against me again and I felt his cock slide wet
against me.

"You want it like this, then, baby?" he said.  I only moaned.

He didn't waste any time trying to loosen me up; I should have been worried
since he had such a big one.  But I'd planned for this already.  I'd spent a
long time back at my apartment with a dildo.  I was loosened, lubed, and
ready.  It still hurt like hell when the head slid in with a pop.  My
asshole automatically clenched and I whimpered.  He felt how tight I was and
groaned, shoving me against the wall and sliding his cock right to the hilt
in me.  I wanted to scream; I almost did scream.  It didn't matter that I'd
spent time trying to get loose.  His cock was a lot bigger than my dildo,
and I couldn't even move to make it easier.  My legs were pressed tight
together.

The first few strokes had tears rolling down my cheeks.  But then, the
sensations changed abruptly from intense pain to pleasure.  With my thighs
squeezed tight like that, it made his cock stroke harder over my prostate.
Soon, I was squirming and panting, trying to meet his thrusts.  He wrapped
one arm above the bunched clothing around my waist, and with his other hand,
played roughly, painfully, with my nipples. His cock pounded me, his balls
hitting my ass with a slapping noise.  He didn't know I was there, he didn't
who I was, he was just fucking.  He bit hard into the side of my neck and I
felt the red blood trickling down my collarbone to run over my breasts.  And
I screamed. I screamed and I cried; I never wanted it to stop.  He was
raping me, taking me finally.  I wanted to show him I'd gotten better at it,
so I squeezed my muscles down onto him repeatedly.  He pounded me harder,
gasping now.

I reached down to touch my cock, rubbing myself hard through the wet lace.
I gripped it hard, hard enough to hurt, and twisted my hips, trying to get
even more friction from that big cock taking possession of me.  I was almost
there; I rubbed the rough panties harder, crying out each time he slammed
into me, squeezing my muscles to keep him in me; and then I was coming,
hard, screaming in the dark alley.  My cock pumped into my hand, the wetness
seeping immediately through the lace to wet my hand and then my thighs. It
seemed like I came forever.  Eventually, I came to on my knees, braced by my
hands on the wall far above my head.  My back was arched, ass in the air,
still milking that cock that was now pumping in and out of me slowly,
winding down. But I was having aftershocks.  I could feel wetness still
trickling out of my cock, and then I could feel his semen trickling out of
my asshole each time he pulled out a little.

I felt his hands come down on my shoulders and he laid his cheek on my hair
for a minute, catching his breath while I still tried to writhe against him.
When he could breathe and I was a little more calm he pulled out of me all
the way. He rubbed on my hole with his finger and slipped it in and out a
few times.  When it was coated with his semen, he pushed it into my mouth.
I sucked it contentedly.  But when he started to get up, I quickly
remembered my secret and used the wall to pull myself up, tugging up my
panties and fixing my skirt before turning to face him.

He was so sexy, all sweaty, fully dressed with just his cock and balls
hanging out of his jeans.  I felt like I'd never be sated.  He smiled a
wolfish smile at me and kissed me.  Then, it was like all the energy finally
went out of him and he rested his head down on my shoulder and his arms on
the wall behind me, and leaned there, against my still-bare chest.  I put my
arms around him and held him, sighing deeply, breathing in the scent of his
hair. After a few minutes, he sighed and started fingering my nipple with
one hand, smearing my blood over it.  He raised his head to see if I was
still bleeding, and caught my eyes.  He did kind of a double take, and I
worried for a minute, but his eyes glazed over again with that drunken haze.

"What'd you say your name was?" he asked.

"Dani," I said softly.

"Last name?  I wanna see you again, Dani."  I had not counted on that.  I'd
have to figure out what to do about this later on.  For now....

"Roberts.  So you liked what I can do?"

"Roberts!  Ha!  Thassh my last name, too.  Hey, I had a son, once, named
Danny.  Thassh funny!" he slurred out.

"Fucking hilarious," I said.  "Do you think you can get hard again?"  And I
got to my knees one more time.

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